My story began 56 years and 3 months ago in Los Angeles, California

Fifty-six years and 3 months ago, my story began—a journey filled with music, love, connection, and an endless curiosity about the world around me. From the time I was a kid, I was always searching for meaning, always exploring, always feeling everything so deeply. That curiosity never faded; it only grew, shaping me into the person I am today.

Music has been the soundtrack of my life, guiding me, inspiring me, and connecting me to others in ways that words alone sometimes can’t. My love for all things music, all things people, animals, and the universe itself has fueled my journey, leading me to build communities, share experiences, and bring people together through the power of sound and emotion.

But the world today feels different. More divided than ever. People are disconnected, lost in arguments, in fear, in anger. We’ve forgotten how to truly listen to each other, how to come together despite our differences. I see it everywhere—online, in the news, in conversations that turn into battles instead of bridges. It’s heartbreaking because I know how powerful connection can be. I’ve seen firsthand how music, shared experiences, and simple human kindness can bring people together, no matter their backgrounds or beliefs.

Now, as I write these blogs, I realize I’m leaving behind more than just memories—I’m creating a digital footprint, something my four adult kids, my friends, and even strangers can look back on. This is my way of letting them see into my mind, to understand who I was beyond just the roles I played in their lives. Instead of just old pictures, they’ll have my words, my thoughts, my passions, and my reflections on everything that made me who I am.

My kids mean everything to me, and as they continue their own journeys in this world that sometimes feels so fractured, I want them to remember what truly matters—love, kindness, connection, and the ability to see past the noise to what’s real. When they miss me, they won’t have to rely on fading memories; they can read my words and hear my voice through them. They’ll see my love for them woven into every sentence, every story, every thought I’ve shared.

Fifty-six years in, my story is still unfolding. I don’t know where the road will take me next, but I know I’ll keep writing, keep sharing, and keep leaving behind something meaningful. Because in the end, it’s not just about living—it’s about making sure the people we love can always find us, even long after we’re gone. And maybe, just maybe, my words will remind someone out there that no matter how divided the world may seem, connection is always possible.

Love, light and the universe

Mickey